My Heart Skip A Beat Song Novels & Stories

All of a sudden, my heart was beating so loudly, I could barely hear anything but my own heart beating in my ears. “Lock the door and come to me.” My heart skipped a beat or two as I heard him ordering me. It was nothing new for him to boss me around, I didn't understand why I was being so fucking sensitive at that moment. I turned around and found him staring at me. He had that same smirk on his face that always tickled my heart for some unknown reason. Licking my dry lips, I blinked at him a few times. I was surprised how my hands moved on their own and locked the door completely.

Sir, please don't ruin my pure and beautiful longing for Italian hunks over the years, okay? "If your heart doesn't skip a beat, you're done for!" Jessica smiled and blurted out this sentence, realizing she had just said what she was thinking. She awkwardly almost bit her tongue and tugged at her smile. "I mean, everyone's heart beats." Uhh...the more she explained, the more she was trying to conceal! Forget it!

Hit after hit, back to back. At one point, a heartbreak song came on. I was singing along… and somehow crying at the same time. Even though I had never been heartbroken. The lyrics just hit a nerve. I noticed Adrian watching me, and I was sure I looked ridiculous. I glanced his way, then quickly looked away. Then the beat dropped again. A party song. The energy shifted instantly. The crowd cheered, phone flashlights lit up the air. I was jumping, screaming, dancing, completely lost in the moment. Sweat clung to my skin. My hair stuck to my neck.

My heart pounds in my chest, the sound of my heartbeat sounding in my ears. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Logan standing by the door, his back to me. But as he hears my footsteps, he turns around, a broad smile spreading across his face. My heart skips a beat, pounding even louder in my chest. I hope he can't hear it, but I can feel my pulse racing like a drum. I try to calm myself down, but Logan's smile is infectious, and I find myself smiling back at him. He takes a step closer, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and I feel my heart flutter in response. What is he doing to me?

Or so I deemed him to be. “You’re the burberry guy performing at the music festival five years ago, aren’t you? Why do you sound so different?” “Aren’t you supposed to practice on your own sound?” He rolls his eyes at me. “Stop paying attention to anything and focus, will you?” I sigh deeply and pick the other stick up, “Fine.” I glower on my feet. He started counting on cue and strummed his guitar strings. The first four beats went fine. We harmonized our sound, and I actually felt happy for a second before everything started to went downhill from the second four beats.

She’d urged me to give it a try and had slipped her fingers into mine, there in the darkness of her room. I sang. I was shocked that I actually sang. Not just to sing, I felt my song again. It started out tasteless as I expected, but when she gave me a gentle squeeze, I felt my emotions intertwining with my song. I traveled the high notes and slid down the deep lows. I scrunched up my face as the lyrics of my song melted into my heart and kept me at peace. I felt my song calming my raging spirit and the conflicts between my body and soul. I felt the positive energy sipping into my body from Pam’s hand.

She tries to back off, but her heart is itching to taste his lips making her hold unto him. "I love you" As soon as their lips touched, Bianca shivered, he pulled her gently as she sat on his lap. Subconsciously wrapping her arms around his neck. He could hear her heart pounding, but he ignored that, focusing on her love-cupid lips. Their bodies pressed together heatedly, she was breathing heavily as she let him grab her waist nigher, their lips pressed together. She could taste their shared breath, feeling the thud of their combined heartbeat.

My heart skipped a beat. No, my heart skipped two beats. One because he was here, and the other was because he referred to himself by his first name. "What..." My words were drowned out by the club's music which suddenly increased drastically in volume. I scowled and clasped my hands over my ears in an attempt to tame the pounding in my head. After what I made out to be a few seconds, I felt my body vibrate with a loud sigh despite the all consuming music.

Maeve, what makes you think your past relationship would affect our future? He looked at me with an unwavering gaze. "I missed the years before I met you, but for every moment I wasn't there, I'll spend a lifetime loving you to make up for it." The warmth emanating from his palm conveyed a strong sense of determination and security. My heart couldn't help but melt at his passionate words as well. He stared at me, his eyes oozing with affection. "Don't see this as just a marriage of convenience. Instead, I want to know how you really feel. Would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?"

“Are you alright, miss?”. The lady asked me and tried to help me up, but I slapped her hands away. My heart was heavy, and I felt betrayed in the worst way ever. “Tsk. So rude”. She scoffed at me and took her leave, while she turned and glanced at me coldly twice in a row. As for me, I quickly turned away after Micheal halted and turned in my direction. I felt my heart skip a beat as I gritted my teeth.